Monkeys In The Closet

The monkeys are in the closet,

There’s nothing left to worry

Or worry about or even care

There are only the monkeys in the closet

But then if we care oh so much

Or care a little too much

Where does it leave us?

It leaves us in the closet

With the monkeys

We’re all in the closet

With the monkeys

There is nothing left, nothing left for us

Can’t be anything out there

Can’t be anything in that void

There’s nothing left for them

But what is to come to all of us

If we say so, then it all

Comes together like we

Never thought it would

But if we never thought it would

Could it all come together?

Then could it all be better

Would it all be better?